from the first bell i hear i am only grinding gears in this daily machine trading life for efficiency but the quiet that keeps in the moment before sleep my heart yet survives and i remember I'm alive if i could feel this way when my unconsciousness breaks and i am released from my dreams and the blind obscurity i believe i could change i could change clarity sharp and quick cutting through the thin and thick only truth still remains to expose comforting pain [chorus] how did this happen? i was so easily tricked out of my dreams will i ever like myself? [chorus]